An Cheng fell into her arms, grabbed her arm with his hand, and held on tightly. Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he said with some difficulty, "I didn't, the only one, I didn't..."
"What did you say?"
His voice was too soft for Muyao to hear clearly, so she leaned down and got close to his face.
An Cheng held her arm tightly, as if the energy in his body had been sucked away from him. He became sickly and his face became increasingly pale...
It wasn't until Muyao was very close to him that she heard him say weakly, "I didn't betray you."
"Anjo?"
Mu Yao reached out and hugged him.
"I didn't..." Ancheng was already too weak to speak, but he still kept saying persistently, "How could I, how could I betray you..."
"..."
Not betrayed?
Seeing him so weak and still talking, Mu Yao couldn't help but frown.
What did Jiang Weiwei say to An Cheng? Why was An Cheng so excited?
Could it be that Anjou is the only one to Jiang...
impossible.
This is absolutely impossible.
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Jiang Weiwei ran out. The corridor of the hospital seemed to be endless, and she couldn't get out even if she kept running.
It's still raining outside the window.
Jiang Weiwei stopped leaning against the wall, his back pressed tightly against the cold wall, his head tilted upward slightly, tears falling from his eyes, and his shoulders were shaking.
What's the use of caring about her injury at this time? She couldn't tell whether he was sincere or not.
Anseong.
She would rather he be ruthless and give orders to her with the highest and superior BOSS attitude, rather than him being like this.
His current gentleness and concern were like a double-edged sword stabbing her hard, strangling her repeatedly.
She doesn't want to get hurt anymore.
She didn't want to experience the feeling of going from unconditional trust to being ruthlessly betrayed again...
She just wanted to finish this mission quickly and leave alone. She just wanted to leave.
Patients and nurses passing by stopped and looked at her curiously when they saw her like this. Jiang Weiwei quickly lowered his head to wipe away his tears and walked away quickly.
Returning to the ward, Jiang Weiwei saw that the glass window shattered by the small plane had been replaced with a new one.
As soon as she turned around, she saw Xiang Yutian sleeping soundly on her hospital bed.
He was lying there with his eyes closed, his feminine face expressionless, and his lips under the high bridge of his nose were lightly closed and slightly curved.
It seemed that once Xiang Yutian fell into sleep, the sharpness on his face became much less intense.
Pretty much the same as ordinary people.
Anjo was different. He was always gentle and gentle, with a soft voice, but when he was ruthless, he was unambiguous, making her understand overnight that she was just a pawn in his hands.
She no longer understands, which one should she hate more, An Cheng or Xiang Yutian?
Suddenly, Jiang Weiwei stared at Xiang Yutian's sleeping face, looked at his calm expression, and slowly walked over...
Xiang Yutian opened his eyes suddenly and looked straight at her with deep eyes——
Jiang Weiwei was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, Xiang Yutian suddenly grabbed his hand, causing him to instantly fall onto the bed.
Xiang Yutian quickly opened the quilt with quick eyes and hands, letting her fall into his arms accurately, and his arms wrapped around her powerfully.
His embrace was warm beyond her expectation.
"Miaomiao, are you so enthusiastic about throwing yourself into my arms?"
Xiang Yutian hugged her tightly, raised the corners of his lips evilly, and asked with a smile.